Movin' on up

Well, it's that time of year again. The dreaded moving days of August. Always a terrible experience, but the North End of Boston seems to want to make it as horrible as possible. It's not enough that all of the stairways in this neighborhood are about as wide as an airplane aisle, but my move out day happens to land on St. Anthony's Feast weekend. To bring you all up to speed, the North End has a feast every weekend of the summer, which seems to make it virtually impossible to navigate. Let me cite an example: there is a 4-way intersection right around the corner from my apartment, which has 3 one-way streets going away from the intersection and one two-way street. Thus meaning that you would have to pull a U-turn on the only two-way street in order to go down that particular street. It's just plain stupid. Anyway, I believe my street will be open, so that's good. Then again, there will most likely be a plethora of people that will be walking around for us to try and avoid. I figure to have Karl and Joe helping me, so maybe one of us can block while the others carry the goods. Hell, I'll just drop everything from my porch two stories up directly into the trailer. That should work just fine.

On a more enjoyable note, I recently bought some Nike Frees. You know, the shoes that have the sole that can fold over on itself because it is sliced into roughly 1 inch segments. Hard to explain, but anyone who has seen them knows what I'm talking about. Anyway, they are super light and really comfortable. I figured they would help motivate me to run when I can't play hoops. Well, so far it's worked. I've gone jogging a couple times simply for the fact that I had some new shoes. It's funny how much commercialism affects my actions. I'm such a sucker for marketing. It's pathetic, but I know you're all in the same boat. College roomie, Nick, used to buy anything he saw on TV. I don't know if he still does, but it wouldn't surprise me if he had a storage unit filled with all the useless crap he's accumulated over the years. Set it and forget it, Nick. Just put it on the ol' credit card. I mean, it's chump change compared to the debt that's been racked up to pay for medical school.

Finally, it turns out that my move is also going to be affected by a few other schedule conflicts. The good thing is that they all revolve around the same subject: fantasy football. I am in three leagues again this year and I am amazingly unprepared. I have pretty much no idea where anyone is playing, what type of offense they're in, whether there are any injuries, or when bye weeks are. Needless to say, I have a lot to research over the next couple days considering I spend a good $150 or so to be in these leagues. Maybe I'll just light this money on fire and call it a day. Nah. . .I'm sure someone could use my contribution to buy another consumer good that will be obsolete in a couple of months.